"Are you two waiting for me?"

Just as Zhizhong and his companion were looking at the hospital gate, a familiar voice sounded from behind.

They turned around and found Qin Feng standing there with a smile on his face.

"Where did you come from?"

Zhizhong was taken aback, then looked at him and asked.

"I obviously drove here."

Qin Feng shrugged and pointed to the parking lot, "I saw you standing outside, and thought you were probably waiting for me."

"Hmph~"

Zhizhong snorted proudly upon hearing this.

"Shall we go somewhere else to talk?"

He didn’t mind, and said with a smile.

Just now on the phone, Grandma Liu also mentioned that Zhizhong is indeed a genius in Chinese medicine, sitting in consultation at twelve, gaining fame at nineteen, and by thirty had become a highly sought-after Chinese medicine doctor in Beijing.

The Chen Clan’s brothers, Chen Hanzhong and Zhizhong, were known as the dynamic duo of Chinese medicine for women and children, with many traveling from far and wide to Beijing to seek their treatment.

However, their personalities were quite different, with Hanzhong being experienced and steady, and Zhizhong being bold and forthright, a classic example of a sharp tongue but a soft heart, often rigid in his beliefs.

Years ago, when Chen Hanzhong returned from the army, a conflict arose between the two over treating a child’s disease, and they ended up following the elder brother’s prescription—which led to the current situation.

Actually, Zhizhong has always respected his elder brother Hanzhong in his heart, but never expressed it openly, instead always opposing each other.

This made Qin Feng think of an especially fitting phrase.

Love-hate relationship!

"Where to?"

"Get in my car, let’s go somewhere quiet."

Qin Feng pointed to his car and invited them.

"No need, we have a car."

With that, Zhizhong led the young man towards the parking lot.

Qin Feng watched his back, shook his head with a smile.

Then, Zhizhong got into a Hongqi H7, while Qin Feng drove a Bentley GT.

Half an hour later, they parked outside a tea ceremony hall.

"Welcome."

The two elegant hostesses at the entrance bowed and greeted them.

"This number."

At the front desk, Qin Feng reported a number.

"Mr. Qin, everything is ready, please follow me."

Upon seeing the information, the receptionist immediately arranged for someone to lead the three into a passageway. Moments later, the space ahead opened up vastly.

It was a tea room with a small garden, exuding a quaint charm and vibrant atmosphere.

Beside them, a beautiful lady dressed in an orchid-patterned gown was playing the guqin, with incense burning nearby, filling the air with a peaceful calm.

"Elder Chen, how do you find this place?"

Qin Feng asked with a smile.

"Not bad, I didn’t expect you to have such good taste."

Zhizhong nodded in satisfaction, his expression slightly easing.

Chinese medicine typically...

Especially great doctors deeply rooted in the culture of Chinese medicine barely resist such places.

The Jiuzhou Country’s tea ceremony is also a cultural facet closely tied to the way of Chinese medicine.

After sitting down, the tea master brewed a pot of Zhengshan Red and poured it for the three.

As they took their first sips, the flavor lingered wonderfully.

"Good tea~"

Zhizhong savored it, unable to help but praise.

"This should be the best Zhengshan Red in Beijing; from picking to frying and then storing, all follow unique standards—ten grams of tea worth a tael of gold."

Qin Feng explained, having chosen it for this occasion,

"Elder Chen, if you like it, you can take some home later."

"Take it home?"

Hearing this, Zhizhong was stunned and then looked at him with a strange expression,

"Qin Feng, you know this tea ceremony hall isn’t an ordinary place, I’m surprised you can even come here."

"Hehehe~ No problem, as long as Elder Chen likes it, it’s perfectly fine to take some tea leaves home."

Qin Feng said with a smile, then looked at the tea master, "Tell your manager, prepare a pound of Zhengshan Red to take home later."

"Alright."

The tea master nodded and continued to brew tea.

This really shocked Zhizhong, unexpectedly no refusal from them!

What kind of status does Qin Feng hold?

You should know, this tea ceremony hall is quite famous in Beijing.

It’s not just about the cost, but also about status; even wealthy people can’t just come by.

Every client is on a roster, and those not on it aren’t catered for.

And those able to take tea leaves from here are few and far between!

As to why it’s so prestigious, it’s because this tea ceremony hall doesn’t belong to any single person.

So when Qin Feng spoke of taking tea leaves, Zhizhong was truly shocked!

His prior light-hearted disregard vanished, replaced with a study gaze.

This man, what exactly is his status?

Thinking now, besides being handsome and somewhat talented, Qin Feng’s identity was undoubtedly very high.

But why did he become the disciple of my elder brother?

"Elder Chen, there’s no need to be surprised."

Qin Feng noticed his unusual reaction, shook his head with a gentle smile,

"Let’s talk about the important matter, about you and... your senior brother."

"Alright, let’s talk."

Chen Zhizhong was brought back to the moment, looking at the young man in front of him, nodding slightly,

"My... how is my senior brother now?"

"Elder Chen passed away a year ago."

"What?!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Zhizhong instantly lost his composure, his hand shaking as he lifted the teacup, which fell directly onto the table.

Clang~

He immediately fell into a daze, his face filled with disbelief, as if time had frozen at this moment.

Silent and wordless, not knowing how much time had passed.

A single tear slid down his cheek, and he silently lowered his head.

"Oh~"

"Master, are you alright?"

Chen Zhizhong sighed deeply, embodying the passage of time, complex and bitter.

The young man beside him quickly inquired, only to be halted by his raised hand.

Witnessing this scene, Qin Feng felt uncomfortable as well.

"Did my senior brother suffer at the end?"

After a moment, Elder Chen wiped away a tear and asked, his voice slightly trembling.

"No, Elder Chen was seriously ill at the time. I performed the surgery myself, and four months after a successful operation, he passed away peacefully."

Qin Feng shook his head, explaining that the surgery was expected to extend his life by half a year.

Unexpectedly, he only lived for over four months due to another illness, but he passed away without any pain and drank fish soup personally made by Grandma Liu, leaving behind a satisfied smile.

"That’s good, that’s good."

Chen Zhizhong nodded, his face full of bitterness,

"My senior brother seemed like a good-natured man, but he was actually more stubborn than I am!

This old guy, being twenty years older, bullied me since childhood. If I did anything wrong, I got punished, so when I was young and naive, I loved to contradict him.

As I grew older and wiser, I actually felt grateful to him, but I couldn’t say it, I still liked to argue with him.

When he went to join the army for over ten years, I was actually quite lonely and missed him a lot.

Just didn’t expect... that something would happen not long after he returned.

Sigh..."

"You don’t have to feel so troubled, Grandma Liu told me that Elder Chen mentioned you before he left."

Qin Feng shook his head, comforting him.

"Oh? What did my senior brother say about me?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Zhizhong’s eyes instantly lit up, and he instinctively straightened up, sitting like an elementary school student awaiting a lecture.

"Elder Chen said, Zhizhong is my junior brother. Even if the sky falls, he is still my junior brother, so I never blamed him.

If you can still meet, just tell him one thing."

Qin Feng paused for a moment before continuing,

"Chen Zhizhong, you’re the kind of monkey that would stir up trouble if not disciplined every three days!"

"You!"

"Hahahahaha~!"

As soon as those words were spoken, the young man sitting next to them changed his expression, ready to speak in anger.

But they heard Chen Zhizhong burst into hearty laughter, freely and happily.

It took over ten breaths before he finally stopped, downing a cup with a beaming smile.

"That old guy, even when close to death, wanted to reprimand me, truly a King Yama fiercer than our master."

At that moment,

his tone was entirely relaxed, without a shred of burden or gloom.

Instead, it was filled with open-mindedness and cheerfulness!

Everything seemed to conclude with these two sentences that transcended life and death...

After a long while,

When Chen Zhizhong learned that his senior brother, in his last moments, entrusted the entire Chen Clan’s literature to Qin Feng, he was even more astonished.

It turned out he was not his senior brother’s disciple, but a peer!

Doesn’t that mean he is also a peer with him?

Then Chen Zhizhong was completely dumbfounded!

Wait a minute!

His senior brother met Qin Feng over a year ago, and it was then that he passed the Chen Clan’s medical classic to Qin Feng.

But last time his apprentice saw Qin Feng using the Bonesetting Method, doesn’t that mean Qin Feng thoroughly mastered the Chen Clan’s bonesetting technique in just over a year?

"Oh my gosh!"

In the next second, he exclaimed, jumping right up.

He froze for several seconds, then directly reached out and grabbed the young man’s collar, pulling him up.

"Master, master, what are you doing?"

"Kneel down!"

Chen Zhizhong’s expression was serious, his voice stern,

"Call him Martial Uncle!"

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Qin Feng: (⊙o⊙)...